Do I decide the things I ponder
or is there some giver of my thoughts
outside the realm of me
that makes suggestions to my mind?

I don’t think I’m always in control
of  what unfolds behind and above
my eyes.

Am I responsible
for all the drama inside my head
or should I thank or rebuff that power
which holds me in its grasp —
if indeed it does?

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